Davidra and the rest of my subordinates were shaking and sobbing on the spot.
Wiping their memories of everything that took place here and replacing them with the fake memory of having killed Igareth may be the best way to fulfill my original goal.
However, their penitence wasn’t so light that they could pretend nothing ever happened.
Even in the original timeline, they must’ve realized their own mistakes after killing Igareth. They must’ve realized that their own hatred has consumed their hearts and caused them to get swallowed up in darkness.
Which is why they would reincarnate in order not to make the same mistake again.
Perhaps they would reach the same conclusion this time, too. If so, then the reincarnation part would be the same.
Their minds may change a little, but the end result shouldn’t change much.
It may be too convenient an idea, but there was hope.
Which I caught sight of just a few minutes ago.
I reached out to the boy and pulled him up.
“Th-Thank you… very much…” (Igareth)
“Let’s go.” (Anos)
Igareth and I flew up using , and headed for the arena stands.
Then we landed near Misha.
“Welcome back.” (Misha)
She greeted me with a faint smile.
“I knew you would save him.” (Misha)
I didn’t expect her to say that.
Until this moment, I never imagined that I would be saving Igareth.
I couldn’t bring myself to leave him alone, and moved as quickly as I could on the spur of the moment.
Does this mean that she knew I would do that?
And that she understands the depths of my mind better than I do myself?
“You’re kind, Anosh.” (Misha)
“…I see.” (Anos)
“I’m sure it wasn’t in vain.” (Misha)
Guess I should’ve expected as much from Misha.
It gave me quite a tingling sensation.
“I suppose so.” (Anos)
I looked up from the stands at a building high above us.
It was a tower adjacent to the arena.
“Maybe it really wasn’t in vain. Maybe what was supposed to be pointless actually did have a point.” (Anos)
Misha cocked her head.
“I need to check something. Igareth, you stay with me.” (Anos)
“Eh? Ah… Alright…” (Igareth)
“Don’t worry. I may be a demon, but I’m your ally.” (Anos)
Igareth nodded quizzically.
Using and to hide ourselves, we headed for the tower adjacent to the arena.
The door to it was shut tight. Surely thanks to the spell. When I took a step forward to unlock it, a magic circle appeared on the door in front of me.
The door flashed, then it opened by itself.
As if to welcome me.
“What’s on the other side?” (Misha)
“Just a room where I kept my books. That was before I reincarnated.” (Anos)
The door opened as if it had noticed our presence, even though we were concealing both our magic powers and ourselves.
And there was also that particle of black light from earlier. So there was something I had to verify.
We entered the tower.
The shelves were lined up tight, and filled with books.
There were several books on ancient magic research, but the ones here were of little value. Most of them were fiction stories, like fairy tales and legends.
I walked up the stairs, carefully looking around with my Magic Eyes.
A few particles of black light fell and stroked my cheeks.
“Particles of magic power…?” (Misha)
Particles of light rained down from the top floor.
As we walked up the stairs, those particles of magic power increased in number.
We walked higher up and arrived at the top floor, the sixth one.
I followed the particles of magic power with my Magic Eyes, and found out that they were emanating from a wall.
More precisely, they didn’t come from the wall surface, but from a sword shadow projected on it.
However, although there was a shadow, the sword that was supposedly casting it was nowhere to be seen.
This was a terribly familiar sight.
“Venuzdonoa…?” Misha asked in a muttered voice.
“Yeah. Only I should be able to use it, but…” (Anos)
I was already in the middle of reincarnating in this time period.
And Avos Dilhevia wasn’t born yet.
If so, then why was the Abolisher of Reason here exuding its power?
I had no idea, but I could think of one possible explanation.
Someone in this time period was on my side.
They knew I came from two thousand years later.
“Maybe they’re helping us.” (Anos)
I put my hand on the shadow on the wall.
The shadow sword floated into the air, as if drawn to me.
“To use the Abolisher of Reason, one would have to activate Delsgade’s three-dimensional magic circle. Of course, if I did something so overambitious, then not only the Keeper of Time, but all the other gods of time would take notice of us. I’d wager the magical effect of would wear off and we’d be brought back to the present before I could even pull out this sword. But…” (Anos)
I reached for the hilt, and the dark longsword, Venuzdonoa, revealed its true form.
“If the Abolisher of Reason here has already appeared at this point in the past, then there’ll be no contradiction in the order of time. If I drew it out, the Keeper of Time would notice, but now that Venuzdonoa is already in my hand, it’s too late for him to realize it.” (Anos)
Now that Venuzdonoa had displayed its true worth, I had become an existence half outside the frame of time. Which should allow me to defy the order of time and change the past.
When I glanced at the boy, he shuddered and backed away, as if frightened.
“You have nothing to be afraid of. I won’t do you any harm. I’ll make sure to take you to a safe place. I promised you so before.” (Anos)
I used to raise my physical age to about twenty years old.
And I used to create the outfit I wore in the Mythical Age.
“…Great Demon King…” (Igareth)